416 Quotes by John Flanagan

Problems postponed have a habit of solving themselves.

Then, marveling at the recuperative powers and endurance of the Ranger horse breed, he tightened the girths on Blaze’s saddle and swung astride the bay, groaning softly as he did so. Ranger horses might recover quickly. Ranger apprentices took a little longer. It.

She didn’t like the fact that she had reduced a man – no matter how evil he might be – to a drooling idiot.

The men chorused their understanding. Halt studied them for a moment or two, making sure they had all grasped the idea. He didn’t want anyone to get carried away in the excitement of the moment and charge down on the massed ranks of Wargals. Cavalrymen did tend to get excited, he knew. But he could see from their faces that they all knew this was to be a feint. “All.

What did he do? Your friend, I mean?” he asked. “He puked into his helmet,” Will said. “Extensively,” Horace added. The.

Morgarath watched, appalled, as twenty Rangers shot his attack to pieces.

Hope we didn’t break it,” Edvin muttered. Hal shrugged. “It’s not our bridge.

It’s surprising how often history is decided by something as trival as bad shellfish.

Will was worth at least a few tears from a grizzled old wreck like himself, he thought, and made no move to wipe them away.